when outside my window there arose such a clatter
I went out to the yard to see what's the matter.
There in the corn field so dry and forlorn
was a jolly green monster eating the corn.
The harvest resumed, I presumed.
Back inside I saw him at the end of the row
Back inside I saw him at the end of the row
and took this shot through my rear window.
When last seen, it was night,
and he was charging ahead by headlight.
4 comments:
So what's he harvesting, frozen corn?
That's an awesome little poem but seriously... at this time of the year??!!?
Lew, have you been hitting the 'corn' liquor?
The poetry is fabulous.
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